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What would the resume of a Disney Princess look like?

February 22nd, 2007 at 8:42 pm » Comments (13)

Yes, I’m talking about Disney Princesses again.
Actually, I must have become desensitised to their presence in this house. Because, let’s face it, their invasion is almost complete. I see flashes of swirly skirts and tiaras everywhere: whether it be on bed linen, clocks, books, clothes, or backpacks. I am beginning to believe that lurid pink […]


Thirteen Things I should do for my health…and so should you

February 21st, 2007 at 8:15 pm » Comments (16)

Please note: I am no doctor. Most of what you see below you’d read about in any magazine. Or is common sense. Don’t take my word as Gospel truth, but.
Check your molesSkin Cancer runs in my family (I lost my grandmother to it) so I am especially aware of the dangers. Living in the big, […]


Who’d think this is the little fella giving me grief at night?

February 20th, 2007 at 8:40 pm » Comments (32)

God Love Him


Mother Blogger Interview #3 - Kelly

February 19th, 2007 at 10:26 pm » Comments (0)

This week’s interviewee is Kelly over at Thrifty Mommy. This site, like others I subscribe too, help us all with tips and great ideas to cut down the expenses in our lives. Because kids or no kids, life’s not cheap. Kelly and Karen do a great job. Now I’ll hand it over to Kelly! Thank […]


About Freakin’ Time

February 19th, 2007 at 3:54 am » Comments (1)

Riley’s first molar has finally come through. After three long months of rising up; going back; rising up…
Phew!


Operation Control Crying has begun

February 18th, 2007 at 8:41 pm » Comments (8)

It was a battle plan of epic strategy. Well, I made it out to be I guess. The biggest problem was what to do with Keira. The heat was terrible and couldn’t have slept in her room last night; Riley screaming or no screaming.
So I suggested she camp out in the lounge room with Nan. […]


Backup has arrived!

February 17th, 2007 at 8:49 pm » Comments (1)

Karen is preparing mother’s blow-up mattress for bedtime. It is hot - still 32 degrees at 9.00pm.
Mother: No! No! Don’t worry about that, I can sleep on the couch.Me: Mum, you are NOT sleeping on the couch.Mother: But I enjoy sleeping on them.Me (scoffs): Sure you do. You might! But not this one.
(Our couch, […]